Way up a holler between a couple of prominent knobs, below Panther (pronounced "Painter") Knob, we're building a log cabin. Go to the archives and start at the bottom for a chronological story. Comments are welcome! This diary of a project may digress and venture into literature, life, and my reflections on any particular day.

This picture, borrowed from the Great Smoky Mountain National Park Facebook page, illustrates the beauty of our home -- it was taken pretty close as-the-hawk-flies from our log cabin site.

This Sunday, I'll cut the rest of the logs I need. In the meanwhile, Sugar, Nate, Baby Sophus Bocephus, and I will be home but also out and about on the Highland Plateau, looking across two or three smaller but striking ridges, across our own Savannah Ridge, toward the nearby backbone of the Smokies, enjoying the natural Eden in which we live.